Sexual Night Before Christmas

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  Good one nudie!!

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  Funny, sexy, and just yum....loved it :) - Posted from rhpmobile

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  and I thought santa was real.........

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  Just a male slut......

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  11 years ago

  It gave me a devious kind of giggle when i read it so, i thought i would share it. Here is another........ by merwench Bondage Night Before Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the ranch, Not a creature was stirring, and it wasn't by chance. The wench was strung up by the chimney with care,Hoping her dear Master soon would be there. The critters were nestled all warm on their rugs, The wench was still waiting, tied snug as a bug. Then into the room there swept her dear Master.He threw down his coat, and she heard evil laughter. "I've been busy shopping," he said with a leer. "I've brought lots of toys to give bad girls good cheer." Then out of a black velvet bag he did pullA whole bunch of toys to make happy her Yule! A flogger, a paddle, a crop, and a whip,A St. Andrew's cross, some clothespins to zip, A collar locked up with a padlock quite tight,And leather restraints that would hold her just right, Nipple clamps, suction cups, speculums too,A Wartenberg wheel, and mint-flavored lube, Some candles, some ropes, a new cupping set,A new leather harness that made her quite wet, A blindfold, a gag, a new spanking bench,And finally a bunny-fur mitt for the wench. The Master approached her, his eyes all a-twinkle,And asked, "My dear wench, how's this little wrinkle? "I'll tie you, I'll flog you, I'll pinch and I'll tickle,"I'll have so much fun, putting you in a pickle!" The wench, she was speechless, her legs had gone weak,As she dreamed of his hand going "smack!" on her cheeks. Her eyes cast submissively down to the floor, She was ready to answer when in through the door Came another, dressed up in a red velvet suit,With eight tiny reindeer in close, hot pursuit. "What is this?" the new one, old Santa, he asked. His eyebrow arched knowingly, slapping her ass. "You perverts! You freaks! Is this Christmas to you?"You've forgotten some of my favorite tools!" Then out of his bag he pulled two more toys, Sure to bring pleasure to girls and to boys: A full bondage harness, made just for suspension,A swing to go with it, that got her attention! Then back through the door old Santa did go,And merwench and Master once more were alone. "It's playtime," said Master, his eyes all a glint, As he started to fasten a clamp to her clit. She moaned, she sighed, she thrashed and she wriggled, And out in the yard she heard Santa giggle. Then Santa exclaimed, as their house he was leaving,"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Beating!"

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  Yeeeessss pleeeaaasee!!! Now THAT's my kind of Santa!

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  erotictouch4u

  11 years ago

  and I thought Santa was so dedicated to giving out all the kid's presents on time. ET xox

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  I had a little search to see if i could find versions that will fit the various sexual appetites.Here is one for the Cross dressing fans. Cross Dressing Night Before Christmasby Shae Guerin 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all thru the houseI was making my plans to look more like my spouseI carefully laid out my very best clothesMy bra and my panties, my slip and my hose My stockings weren't hung by the chimney toniteThey were on me instead, feeling sensually tightMy dress was of velvet, a burgundy redAnd on my long nails a new polish was spread With makeup and jewelry, high heels on my feetI was looking so sexy, and feeling so sweetWhen out in the yard there arose such a noiseThat I sprang from my bedroom, forgetting my poise The moon on the snow with it's brilliant white glitterReminds me of lace, to set my heart a-twitterWhen what to my long-lashed eyes should appearBut a person in red with a sleigh and reindeer But I couldn't tell, was it a 'he' or a 'she'The one with the pack was dressed somewhat like meThere in the sleigh was this 'cutesy' old flirtWith a white wig and makeup, a red blouse and skirt The reindeer were sparkling, with rhinestones and pearlsAnd their antlers in ribbons, so they all looked like girlsWhen s/he stepped from the sleigh, to my eyes were revealedHer knee-hi black boots with their seven-inch heels Santa just blushed, but I stood there and smiledAnd said, "Hello, my dear, can you stay for awhile?""Well you finally caught me", he said with a pout"At this time on Christmas, folks are seldom about." "I don't go enfemme very often at home,Mrs Clause doesn't like it, so I do it alone."So when I give out goodies to make others smile"I like to feel pretty and femme for awhile." "So I ride off dressed up, from my hi-heels to wig,"On Christmas eve night while I'm doing my gig."I said, "Don't worry Santa, your secret is safeWhy don't you come in and just freshen your face." We sat and we talked and vented our passionFor feminine frills and the latest new fashionsWe finally parted with a hug and a kissS/he said, "I must go now, or some children I'll miss" I went to my party and had a great timeWith music and laughter and good food and wineBut when I returned and looked under my treeI found some new pretties from sweet Santa to me Lacy panties, a bra and a soft satin blousePerfumes and some candles to light up my houseBut it wasn't the goodies that swept away my bluesIt was knowing that Santa was a cross-dresser too So next time don't judge all the people you meetBy what they are wearing when out on the streetFor in being oneself, there's no 'wrong or right'Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  They are all great.

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  Love it Nudie.

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  RHP User

  11 years ago

  'Twas the night before Christmas, and God it was neat The kids were both gone, and my wife was in heat The doors were all bolted, and the phone off the hook It was time for some nooky, by hook or by crook. Momma in her teddy, and I in the nude. Had just hit the bedroom and reached for the lube When out on the lawn there arose such a cry, That I lost my boner and poor momma went dry. Up to the window I sprang like an elf, Tore back the shade while she played with herself. The moon on the crest of the snowman we'd built, Showed a broom up his asss, clean up to the hilt. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a rusty old sleigh and eight mangy reindeer. With a fat little driver, half out of his sled, A sock in his ear, and a bra on his head. Sure as I'm speaking, he was as high as a kite. And he yelled to his team, but it didn't sound right. Whoa Shithead, whoa asshole, whoa Stupid, whoa Putz, Either slow down this rig or I'll cut off your nuts. Look out for the lamp post, and don't hit the tree, Quit shaking the sleigh, 'cause I gotta go pee. They cleared the old lamp post, the tree got a rub, Just as Santa leaned out and threw up on my shrub. And then from the roof we heard such a clatter, As each little reindeer now emptied its bladder. I was donning my jacket to cover my ***, When down the chimney Santa came with a crash. His suit was all smelly with perfume galore, He looked like a bum and he smelled like a whore. That was some brothel, he said with a smile, The reindeer are pooped, I'll just stay here awhile. He walked to the kitchen, himself poured a drink, Then whipped out his pecker and pissed in the sink. I started to laugh, my wife smiled with glee, The old boy was hung nearly down to his knee. Back in the den, Santa reached in his sack, But his toys were all gone, and some new things were packed. The first thing he found was a pair of false tits, The next was a handgun with a penis that spits. A box filled with condoms was Santa's next find, And a six pair of panties, the edible kind. A bra without nipples, a penis extension, And several other things that I shouldn't even mention. A cock ring, a G-string, and all types of oil, A dildo so long, it lay in a coil. This stuff ain't for kids, Mrs. Santa will shit So I'll leave 'em here, and then I'll just split. He filled every stocking and then took his leave, With one tiny butt plug tucked under his sleeve. He sprang to his sleigh, but his feet were like lead, Thus he fell on his ass and broke wind instead. In time he was seated, took the reins of his hitch, Take me home Rudolph, this night's been a bitch! The sleigh was near gone when we heard Santa shout, The best thing about sex is that it never wears out!

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